#like the 2k yo virgins they are

[levemetal]

@sillyxaly suggested Jw adopting SJ and it was too fun to brainrot about with @ace-shenanigans too.

Rest assured, no matter the au variation, as long as SJ is adopted by a tgcf character, he shall be the bane of Jw's existence and make him consider early retirement.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Cherry.

Synopsis - The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Pairing - Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. steve's got an ego, but for good reason.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 2k

Author's Note - hi lovelies!! my first steve fic!! listen, I actually really didn't enjoy stranger things, but... I love this man. he's charming and he's a softie and he's such a good character to write. hope you enjoy this - it's got me all warm and fuzzy. please feel free to send me a christmas request if you fancy, I'm in the mood to write some seasonal fics. much love, always!! <3

as always, reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics!! please, if you enjoyed, consider reblogging this so it gets further reach. comments and feedback are always appreciated!! thanks, angels. <3

Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Masterlist. Inbox. The Moodboard. Series Masterlist.

Three rocks ping off the panes of your bedroom window in quick succession.

You're applying your moisturiser in the mirror, winding down and almost ready for bed. Your reflection is illuminated by a faint glow from the fairy lights you've draped over the headboard for the festive season, warm and comforting. A soft, jazzy melody is drifting from the radio softly, a welcome noise to break up the silence.

Another rock hits your window.

You fly out of your seat and towards the source of the trouble, worried that he's going to throw one too hard one of these days.

"Steve," you hiss as you yank it open. "Cut it out. Just come through the door."

"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckles, eyes rife with mischief.

You roll your eyes but step back anyway, making room for him to climb the tree and dive through the window into your room.

"Hi, sugar."

"Hi, Steven."

He grins at you, bright and awake despite the late hour.

"Don't you have better plans on a Friday night, King Steve?"

"And miss out on seeing you in your little pink pyjamas? Absolutely not."

You shove at his chest, smacking him upside the head for good measure. He feigns pain and wraps his arms around your middle, picking you up off the ground and spinning you in circles. You shriek, and the sound makes him laugh.

"Okay, okay! I'm dizzy! Put me down!"

He obliges by throwing you unceremoniously onto your bed, smirking when you almost bounce off it.

"So," he begins, sitting down across from you. "How was it? Do you feel like a whole new woman?"

You scoff.

"What? That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad. We didn't even do it."

He quirks a brow in curiosity, tilting his head to look at you.

"I thought tonight was the big night?"

"Yeah, it was supposed to be. But he was kissing me, and it just didn't feel... right? He started grabbing at me and I realised that you can only lose your virginity once - and that definitely wasn't how I wanted to lose mine."

You shrug, trying to play indifference, but Steve can see the hurt in your eyes.

"You always deserved so much better than him."

"Thanks, Steve."

"Come on, Cherry. The guy is an asshole who happens to be attractive. His face is the only thing he's got going for him."

The mention of your childhood nickname has memories of fruit flavoured popsicles on summer days flooding back. Laughter by the pool, pushing Steve in and screeching when he dragged you with him, staying out in the sun until you were both exhausted. Cherry. You've always been Steve's Cherry, for as long as you can remember. You still wear the lip balm he bought you last year, fitting for your moniker.

"You didn't like him from the start. Actually, you've never liked any guy that has ever liked me."

"Because they're not good enough for you."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"And you're the boss of me and my love life now?"

"I'm the person that knows you better than anyone in the entire world. I think I have a pretty good view on things."

You huff, but accept your defeat in knowing that he's right. No one knows you like him. Steve always does this. He pisses you off, but makes you love him a tiny bit more each time.

He grabs your foot from the bed, pressing his thumbs into your sole. You relax instantly, tired of half arguing with him.

"I give up."

"With what?"

"Dating. Fuck it."

He chuckles, rubbing soothing patterns into your ankle gently.

"You've barely even started."

"Ooo, sorry Mr Womaniser."

"Stop it," he chides, pinching your calf. "Maybe The One for you just isn't in Hawkins. This place has always been too small for us anyway."

"Yeah, maybe. It'll all change when we go to college, hopefully."

"Exactly. It'll be a whole different ball game. There'll be tonnes of hot guys begging for your attention."

"And you'll be fighting them off."

"Yes I will."

You laugh, poking him in the chest with your foot teasingly.

"And maybe the college guys will actually know what they're doing in bed."

"Hey, some of us do know!"

"Yeah yeah, Steve's good in bed. I've heard it all before."

"Don't be jealous, Cherry baby."

"Jealous isn't quite the word I'd use."

"No?"

He drops your foot and scoots closer, settling in between your parted legs.

"You're not even a little bit curious what all the rumours are about?"

"Steve," you laugh. "I think they're probably just exactly that. Rumours."

He inches in towards you, so his forehead is almost touching yours. Running his fingers up and down the outside of your thigh, he takes a deep breath in.

"You should let me show you just how much I know. We're not all clueless, Cherry. I'm confident I could make you feel good."

You exhale with a shudder.

"I'm not letting you take my virginity, Steve."

"I don't want to. There's a thousand ways I can make your legs shake without fucking you, baby."

You stare into his big doe eyes, admiring the way a single strand of hair has fallen across his forehead. You look for a shred of doubt, or amusement, but all you see is love. Admiration. Trust. Sincerity.

"Okay," you breathe, before your mind has truly processed what you're saying. "Show me what you got, Harrington."

He grins, slow and saccharine, like the cat who got the cream.

"Steve?" you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to fuck things up between us, is it?"

He smiles, big and bright.

"Never. Nothing is ever going to fuck things up between us. It's you and me forever, Cherry Pie."

You chuckle at the nickname, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"Well, then what are you waiting for?"

He shakes his head and grabs your ankle, pulling you across the bed and into his body. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"If at any point this gets weird, or you don't like it... Just say the words, okay?"

"Okay," you breathe, inhaling the scent of mint from his tongue. "Promise."

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't usually ask," you tease.

It's no secret that you and Steve have kissed a few times. Once after prom, once at a party here and there, once when you were cuddled in bed comforting him after a break up. But it's never led to anything more. Which is probably why this feels a little different.

"I know, but this is a little more... intense, than usual."

You try to ignore the way your heart swells at his consideration for you, and nod your head gently.

"Kiss me. Please."

Steve wastes no time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. He tastes like spearmint and soda, with a hint of the cherry lipbalm he steals from your nightstand. You instinctively shuffle closer to him, straddling his lap as his arms bracket themselves around you. It's like he can't decide where to put his hands - they're roaming up your back, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs. He's antsy and impatient, eager to feel you.

"Lie back," he whispers against your mouth, tipping you onto the bed.

Your head hits your pillows and you crane your neck to watch him as he crawls down your body, eyes never leaving yours.

"Steve-"

"Stop thinking so hard, Cherry. I can practically hear your thoughts."

You huff but can't keep the smile off your face, willing your mind to stop racing.

"Let me quiet things down, hmm?"

Steve presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, trailing up and up until he reaches your hip. He licks across your hipbone before nipping it with his teeth, smirking when you gasp.

Grasping the waistband of your pyjama shorts, he asks for permission with his eyes, no words needed. You nod and lift your hips, letting him slide them down your body.

You've never been so exposed, which is causing a sudden realisation that the two of you are crossing a line that can never be uncrossed. As if he can read your mind, Steve presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, tender and full of love.

"Babe, if you want to stop..."

"I don't, I promise. I'm just nervous. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise," he murmurs, resting his head on your thigh and looking up at you. "Never apologise. You're doing so good, Cherry. I love you."

You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't I love you. You've both said it to each other a million times, but something about saying it in this exact moment makes it feel... weighted. You'll talk about it later. You'll make sure of it.

"I love you too. So much."

You're whispering, scared to ruin the peace you've created. Steve kisses your skin again gently, gazing at you like you've hung the stars just for him.

"Let me make you feel good, okay?"

When you nod, Steve nudges your core with his nose, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you anchored in place.

"So pretty," he's mumbling. "Prettiest fuckin' girl I've ever seen."

He starts slow, easing you in carefully. Kitten licks and gentle nips, testing the waters. When you tangle a hand into his hair and tug, Steve gets the message.

"You want more, pretty baby?"

"Yes," you confirm, more breathless than intended. "Please."

He dives back in, this time with more intention. His nose keeps nudging your clit, the friction licking up your spine deliciously. It's like he can't get enough, eating you out like a man starved.

He groans into your heat, the vibrations making you whine. When he curls his tongue just right, you keen, the sounds leaving your mouth foreign to the both of you.

"Fuck, you sound so beautiful. You're perfect. God, you're perfect."

"Stevie," you pant. "So close."

"I got you. Atta girl, I got you. That's my girl, give it to me."

Maybe it's the my girl, or maybe it's the way he's slipped two fingers into you, but the coil snaps. Your back arches off the bed as white heat engulfs your body, vision going black for a moment. You can hear him talking you through it, loving and encouraging. Eventually, your grip on his hair loosens as you go lax, collapsing back against the comforter.

Steve grins at you as he licks his fingers clean, crawling up your body to kiss you. You groan when you taste yourself, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. Resting his head on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair, humming gently when he relaxes.

"You okay?"

"Never better," you laugh. "You're good with your mouth, Harrington. I'll give you that."

"Told you the rumours were true."

You shake your head and reach over, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand and taking a sip. You offer it to Steve without a second thought, rolling your eyes when he downs the rest.

He plucks your cherry lipbalm from the drawer and applies it to himself, before leaning up to carefully do the same to you. He pecks your lips sweetly before returning it to its rightful place.

"You replace it, don't you?"

"Hmm?"

"The chapstick. I've had it for a whole year, and I've never even come close to reaching the end."

He blushes as he looks at you, suddenly bashful.

"It's special," he murmurs. "It's our thing, you know? And it smells good. I like knowing that I'm the only one who knows you taste like cherries."

You want to poke fun at him, say something to make him laugh. But you can't. He's rendered you speechless, for the second time in one night.

"I like knowing the reason you taste like spearmint is because I've been slipping pieces of gum into the pockets of your jeans for ten years."

"I knew it," he laughs, leaning up to kiss you firmly. "I can't tell you the last time I bought gum."

"You're welcome."

Steve shucks off his jeans and his shirt, climbing into your bed with just his boxers on. You slip your underwear up your legs before getting under the comforter with him, tangling your limbs with his.

The tunes from the radio still hum gently as the fairy lights flicker.

The room is unchanged.

The people in it are not.

read Part Two here. Part Three here. Part Four here.

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[hoshigray]

Having thoughts about Toji crushing on a cutie little cinnamon roll. Maybe they go on a few dates before he finally gets her home with him, and just as things are heating up he realizes oh, she’s a virgin. That doesn’t mean he’s not interested, but it changes how he wants to go about it.

Noonie, yeeeeeeeeessss!!! I had the dumbest grin while reading this in my inbox teheheee~ Longer than I intended but what the hell lol hope you like it!!

Cw: dom! Toji x fem!reader - age gap (the reader is at least in their 20s and in college; Toji is around mid-30s) -missionary position - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - ass grabbing - pussy eating - biting (Toji bites your ears) - edging (fem! receiving) - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, sweetheart, mama, princess) - clitoral play - light comedy bc I do[n't] think I'm funny. Wc: 2k

"Ready, baby?"

Your body goes rigid, fingers playing with the hem of your shirred frilled cami romper. A shaky sigh seethes from a wary smile. "Yes." The man in front of you grins before opening the door to his place, and you enter to your doom.

Toji has been courting you for quite some time. It started with small greetings when he visited the café where you work for his usual order of black coffee. Then those greetings slowly evolved into casual chit-chat, prompting Toji to ask you out because he couldn't resist your kindhearted aura.

How could he when his day instantly brightens when you flash your gorgeous smile every time you see him? Or when you always give him a call or text anytime you return to your dorm after hanging outside campus grounds. And when you're done with work, you let him drive and drop you off at your dorm. But that's because he always stays at the café until you get off: watching you welcome customers who enter the space, offering free treats to kids, or giving him a tiny smile from the other side of the shop whenever you catch him staring. Makes him snicker like an idiot.

But his favorite moment with you was the first time you two kissed on your third date. Oh, Toji could replay the scene all fucking day. With your eyes lidded, lips quivering and gripping onto his leather jacket as the man peppered you in kisses, he adored your display of pleasure. And it was even more adorable when you nervously bid him goodnight before entering your dorm room.

It was entertaining how he was the only one that made you — his cute little darling — so shy whenever he came too close. So much so that it turned him on, his desire to have you under him waxing inside him day by day. Except he doesn't, choosing to wait for the perfect time.

And now, when he finally has you where he's been dying to have you, Toji's allowed to indulge in your charm personally. There are shudders of anticipation around him as he kisses you on the couch, his big hands roaming over your form. A deep chortle vibrates his throat when he bites your bottom lip, resulting in a shivering whimper from your swollen lips. Oh, he's going to enjoy every second of this.

But as someone on the other side of the makeout session, you found yourself in an unpleasant position. Not because you didn't want to be here smacking lips with Toji, oh no. He was a great kisser, taking your breath away simply by his lips. No, the real problem was more personal.

Something so personal that it has your brows trench as Toji's hands snake down to your butt, kneading it like putty. Wait a minute...

"Mmmm, Toji, please wa—"

"Shhhh," he hushes you with kisses down your neck. "Taste so good, angel."

Something very personal that your eyes are towed shut when he creeps a hand inside through the bottom of your romper, a warm palm groping the soft flesh of your ass. Wait, wait, wait!

Something extremely personal that you gasp sharply when you feel two fingers sneak past your panties. WAIT!!!

You push Toji off you in haste, and the older man stops with his hands up defensively. He looks at you with confusion, tilting his head to examine what's wrong. You squeak and throw apologies his way. "I'm so so sorry! I'm-I'm just...umm...."

It takes a few seconds for Toji to piece everything together, with the way you're talking in quiet mumbles, your hands fidgeting with your romper again, and your eyes downward to avoid his gaze. His head straightens with eyes slightly wide. Is...Is she a—

"Are you a virgin, sweetheart?" Another muffled squeak confirms his suspicions, and you nod with hesitance.

What were you thinking pushing him off!? If you're gonna have your first time with anyone, why not be the man you're attracted to? But then again, it is YOUR first time!! In humiliation, you cover your face with your hands, the phone call you had with your best friend earlier replaying in your head ("Get it, girl! You either die a virgin or live long enough to get some good dick in your life." "That's the worst way to reference that movie!" "What-the-fuck-ever, go get that dick!!")

You can hear a chuckle from the man, and your eyes shut as you descend further into embarrassment. Oh God, I should've taken my dumbass home so I didn't have to deal with this later and cry myself to—

Your train of thought grinds to a halt when Toji pulls you into his chest. "Oh c'mere, ya cutie." He rubs circles on your back. "Did my lil' angel save herself up fr' me to deflower?"

"No, you perv!" He barks out a laugh above you, not helping this situation. "I just...I-" You try to retort, but the way he looks at you with a sly look and playful grin has your stomach flip. Why's he so goddamn handsome!? "I was just....never ready."

He hums pensively, still rubbing your back. He stays quiet for a while, and you don't bother fixing that while resting on his chest. He doesn't say anything until a minute later. "Think yr' ready now?"

"I don't know? Kinda scared..." You're honest. "But I...I really wanna do it with you, Toji."

"Then, do ya trust me?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, in that case," Toji carefully pushes you off him before he hoists you up bridal style. The swift motion catching by surprise as you hurriedly wrap your arms around his neck before he starts walking. Amused, he kisses your cheek. "Don't worry a thing, princess. Gonna take care of ya real good."

You gulp as your face goes hot. Oh, I definitely should've stayed my ass home...

Yeah, you definitely should've.

Fifteen minutes in, your senses are already clouded by the lapping motions of Toji's tongue on your vulva. You're lying on his bed, your figure writhing and back arching from the commotion between your legs. You tried to contain yourself by concealing your moans, yet your lips let the pornographic noises fly.

The last fifteen minutes have been spent preparing you for the big event. Toji started by fingering your hole, making you adjust to having a foreign limb within you. When you were wet enough, one digit became two, and you grabbed ahold of his shirt as he did his expert work on your soaking chasm.

Now in your nude, you let the man continue to prep you, his hands holding onto your legs with your pussy out for him to see, for him to toy with his wet muscle between your folds and drinking your essence.

"Ahhhh-Haaaah! T-Tojiii," you look so out of it, your head squirming around the pillow beneath you and your words slurred. You've already come two times; what more does this man need for you to be ready? "Oh God, it's too much fer mee, 's too muuch!"

A sharp cry exits your mouth when the man licks your clitoris, his deep forest green eyes peer up to look at you. He snickers, "C'mon, mama, you know I gotta have my girl ready to take in all of me." He flicks his tongue on your bud, and another yelp escapes your lips. "Lemme finish up here, 'kay?"

And he goes back to finishing you up, his hands grabbing you by the hips to bring you closer to his ravenous mouth. You clutch tufts of his raven hair, and his name comes out in incoherent babbles.

Your eyes start to water as your head gets dizzy with the raunchy noises from down south. Your cold sweat contrasts with your hot bare form, and the throbbing sensation between your legs festers under your skin.

Beads of sweat scroll down your forehead. You're close to release. "Hngg! Toji, I'm gonna cu-cummm!"

Suddenly, Toji removes from your legs, leaving you and your pulsing slits to the substituted cold air. You whine for your neglected orgasm that withers away, propping yourself up to beg him to give you what you want. But your breath hitches before you can make a complaint.

Toji is off his bed, withdrawing his shirt and jeans, freeing his cock from his boxer briefs. You can't help but stare at the member before you. Following the trail of hair from his lower abdomen, his erection sprung up with precum oozing out. Compared to your fingers or toys, his dick is way beyond your comprehension in length and girth.

Oh, to die from the first dick you've ever taken. How poetic.

Toji notices you ogle at his shaft, sneering as he returns to the bed. "Like what ya see, cutie?" You chew on your lip when Toji props your legs around his waist, a hand used to position his shaft to your leaky entrance. "Gonna start real slow, so take some deep breaths fr' me, 'kay baby?" You nod, internally bracing yourself for what's about happen.

The head of his cock touches your slit, and you jolt. "Relax, baby. It's gonna hurt if you're tense like that." He coaxes, your breathing securing you from the intrusion. He watches you; with each exhale, he pushes himself. The unfamiliar limb prying in your vagina and the pain you're experiencing is like no other. But you bite down on your lip to push through.

When the tip makes it in, you gasp. Gradually, Toji pushes his member further into you, stretching your tight hole to accommodate his girth. You try to compose yourself with even breaths, but you shriek when you feel his length brush against your G-spot. When the base kisses your cunt, Toji gives you a few minutes to adapt to him. "How ya feelin'?"

"So full..." You look at him with brows scrunched, eyes hooded, and tears streaming down your pretty face.

"Hmm, I bet." He wipes your tears with the rough pads of his fingers before slowly thrusting into you. You grip his shoulders for support, your pussy tightening around his length while your legs cage him. "Oooooh, Christ, you're so tight, mama. Drivin' me fuckin' crazy."

And you're about to be driven crazier when his hips pick up the pace, his dick hitting your sweet spots with precision. It's so surreal finally experiencing your first time, especially with Toji. Maybe it's because he's older and more experienced, but whatever expectations you had up until this point have been blown out of the water. The slap of his pelvis on your slick-coated folds fills his room, his throaty groans sound way too good to the ears, and his hot kisses on your lips make you melt. It all feels so electrifying.

Just when you thought you were undergoing it all, Toji slithers a hand down to your clitoris and swipes up and down on the pearl with his thumb. A choked sob leaves puffy lips, "T-Toji, I'm so close. Please, please, please, let me—Oh God."

"Hnnmph, oh shit—" He's close, too. He bends down to nibble on your ear yet licks the pain away. "I know, sweetheart. Come on me." His thrusts then go faster, a merciless tempo you were unprepared for. Shrieks go higher as your orgasm climbs up, and it hits you hard when Toji's fingers play with your clit again. Your climax sends shivers up your spine, your tender walls pulsating on Toji's cock.

And the older man pulls his dick out of your sensitive cunt, letting his come spill onto your stomach. It looked so lewd yet deliciously attractive, especially with him heaving on top of you with his black bangs sticking to his forehead.

When you two calm down, Toji scans your disheveled appearance and chuckles. "Damn, yr' gonna have me addicted to ya, princess." Your stomach was wiped off with a towel that Toji had on hand as you giggled aimlessly.

"Wanna go again?"

"......yes?" You avoid eye contact and turn away bashfully. He chortles and kisses your cheek once more.

"So fuckin' cute."

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

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✨ REQUEST: nose si voy tarde però bueno, espero que no. i would like to request (obviously if that is okay for you) a headcanon with angel x reader of the day of their wedding, like súper súper fluffy.

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WORDS: about 2k.

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Never in your life you could think about having a most perfect wedding, Angel didn't care about it too much, being enough for him to see you happy.

The most magical place you have ever been. Especially when the sun is almost falling, around five pm.

From the window of his room, you can see the backyard perfectly decorated by Creeper and Riz. They didn't lie when they told you that would be amazing.

White and red roses everywhere, forming vines wrapping the wooden beams of the altar. Over the guests' chairs, there are six fairy lights, giving some more intimacy when the night has come; and a red carpet in the hallway, over the grass.

All your friends are there, mixed with the Mayans, waiting for you.

Your hands are trembling, alone in Taza's room, while you hear some voices and laughs outside. You can't help but take another look of yourself in the mirror.

The white dress fits your body perfectly, falling from your chest to the floor.

The girl at the shop called it ‘a-line wedding dress’. You don't care about the name, but about the fact that you look like the most beautiful girl. Your hair is tied on top of your head, behind a delicate silver tiara and small red crystals in it. Soft make-up, that Bishop's Old Lady did for you, just like your future husband likes.

Felipe is run of words when he comes to the room, but you can see what he thinks in his eyes, about to cry.

You know that he would like that Marisol could see you marrying her son. She would love to see the man Angel turned himself into since he met you three years ago.

“Hey, I’m Angel Reyes, and you know what? You’ll be my wife one day”.

He wasn’t wrong.

But he’s not going to lie. He has been the whole night having nightmares about you running away from him; about you deciding that you didn’t want a life with him.

Ezekiel and Coco have been awake too, comforting him whenever the doubts hit his mind.

Holding Felipe’s arm, he guides you downstairs to the outside, feeling your legs shaking and your heart about to explode. You have doubts too. You’re scared of him taking a step back at the last moment.

Although every bad feeling disappears from the two of you, as soon as you lay eyes with each other.

Angel is about to cry. So are you.

For you, for him, there's no one else around your orbit. Just the two of you. Him waiting at the wedding altar, watching you walk over the red carpet perfectly placed on the ground.

And, damn. You thought that Angel couldn't look better, until you have seen him wearing that suit.

A black suit, covering the immaculate white shirt under a silver waistcoat with mayan symbols tissues in it. His hair is perfectly brushed to the back of his head and his beard is giving you desires of kissing it.

Seriously, it should be illegal to look this good.

But the detail that steals all your attention is the fact that he isn't wearing his characteristics rings. That big silver cross in his right pinkie and a signet ring with the Virgin of Guadalupe in his ring finger.

Felipe kisses your cheek, to intertwine his son's hand with yours.

You can't help but use your free hand to clean the tears falling down his cheeks, making Angel chuckles softly. You are always taking care of him with the most minimal details, showing him how much you love him, before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You changed me. You changed my life. You came with that smile, illuminating all the darkness around me. You've accepted me, advised me, shown me the road to happiness, put me first. You've never, ever, judged me. You've healed me, you've healed my wounds, my soul, my heart. You gave me the opportunity I always thought I would never have… You, mi reina, have loved me unconditionally without asking for anything back. I don't have enough words to express how I feel every morning when I wake up with you under my arms, when I kiss you, when I see you dancing in our kitchen, when you… look me with these beautiful eyes as if I was the fucking Big Bang happening in front of you”. Bringing your hands to his mouth, Angel kisses every knuckle of them. “I can't imagine a single day without you, without hearing your laugh, without reading your texts desiring me a good day when you wake up and I'm already gone. I don't wanna live a single day without hearing you singing in the shower, without riding my bike with you behind my back, without you smacking my ass and screaming ‘daaaamn, this is all mine’! You make me happy like no one could do. You make me feel important like no one could do. And I promise you, fuck… I swear it to God, that I'm gonna give you all of me. Every second of every minute, of every hour of every day till the end of my time. I don't want to live without you”.

Now, it's Angel who has to clean your tears, causing some laughs between the guests. And he can't help but wrap you with his arms in a tight, tight hug. The warmest and dearly hug he has ever given you.

“I didn't know what love was until I met you. I didn't know which was the meaning of life until I met you. Mi rey. My other half. It was you, and only you, since I saw you the first time sitting on your bike, smoking and with that face of grumpy idiot”. The guests laugh again, because they all know that pose. “And then you standed up and started to walk, and I thought ‘what the hell is wrong with his leg’”. More laughs. The loudest comes from your future husband. “But I would never change you for anyone else. We've been through bad days and good days. Shitty nights and funny nights. I would never change my life with you for anything else. No one has ever made me happy as you do every moment of my existence. You're the most awesome, incredible, loyal and lovely man I have ever met. You fight for me, you take care of me, you protect me. You make me smile whenever I feel insufficient, whenever I feel sad, whenever I feel that I don't belong anywhere. My home, my life, my happiness is wherever you are, Angel Reyes”.

Then, Taza as the priest looks at the two of you, before guiding his dark eyes towards you. “Would you want to take Angel Ignacio Reyes in hol—”. He can't finish, being interrupted by the man in question clicking his tongue. “Of fucking course she wants”. Gently grabbing your chin with a hand and placing the other on the back of your head, Angel kisses you by pecking your lips, making you laugh.

But Leti breaks the moment, coughing exaggeratedly. You asked her to be the flower girl and she has been practicing the last month, to don’t mess up her task. The most important one, actually.

For the next two hours, you can’t stop looking at your hand tangled with Angel’s, and the two fresh golden rings in your fingers. To other people they could be just two pieces of jewelry, but for you it’s the purest way to show him your love, your support, and your unconditional trust in him.

And for the next two hours, Angel can’t stop kissing your face all around. Going down with furtive kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your knuckles; not being able to take off from you his other arm around your waist, tightly closed to push you next to him.

Coco and Gilly are in charge of the speech, knowing that it’s going to be more funny than you thought, when they get up from their chairs drunk as fuck after too many shots of tequila. “Yo, mami… you really got the golden dick”. “Man!” Gilly punches him on the shoulder, making him strumble with his own feet and having to grab the other’s jacket to not fall. “I’m speaking the truth! Who was gonna think that he would get the girl to this point, ah?” “Not me”. “Me neither”. “You jealous, ah, motherfuckers?” Angel tosses them a napkin, causing the laugh of everyone around you. “Seriously, girl… How you do it to st—”.

“Enough?” Leti whispers to EZ, sitting by her side. The younger Reyes nods in silence, getting up, making Creeper and Riz a sign to take them off from the center of the yard; between curses in spanish and in some kind of invented language because of the alcohol.

“Hey, brother, I just want to tell you that by far this is the happiest moment of my life. You don’t deserve anything but all the love and the affection, and we all know that only her can give it to you”. You’re starting to think that EZ’s purpose is making Angel cry, because his eyes are being filled up with a bunch of tears now. “Our lives haven’t been easy, you know that… And you have put all the weight on your shoulders since ever, but I’m proud of you. Of who you are. Of calling you my brother. Mi sangre. I don’t desire you anything but happiness, Angel”.

“Yeah, and God bless your patience, sister”. Leti can’t help but add that remark, trying to not laugh when she finds you nodding energetically, before kissing your husband’s tears running down his cheek.

The big toast echoes all around the ranch, in the meantime that the prospects from Yuma and Stockton bring the cake. One of them. That’s the main, a three-story cake of black and white chocolate with your names drawn in red. Canche’s wife has made it for you. She’s an amazing pastry.

And you thought that Angel wouldn’t do it. HE PROMISED YOU ONE HUNDRED TIMES.

But that piece of shit were lying,

Stamping a piece of cake on your face, your husband quickly grabs your wrists to avoid you punch him, or do the same to him. As you sob between chuckles, keeping your eyes closed, Angel licks your lips with the tip of his tongue. “Mi dulce, mi favorito”.

“You promised me…”

“Ah, ah… I promised that I wouldn’t smash YOUR face IN the cake. And I didn't”.

After cleaning yourself and changing the heavy dress for another one that fits your silhouette to the perfection, you are ready to give your husband the last surprise of your wedding.

“Are you takin' me to a dark corner?” “Stop asking, Angel… You'll see”.

At the front yard, a baseball bat and a ball awaits. “What's that, baby?”

“Sh… I throw you the ball, and you hit it, okay?”

So there you are, watching Angel in position as in his old times, when he used to play in highschool.

You throw it.

He hits it.

And in just one second, the distance between you gets caught up by a pink powder, almost staining your clothes.

Angel is in shock. The bat falls from his hand. Eyes widened. Parted lips. His skin bristled, as his cheeks got wet again because of the tears.

“Felicidades, papi”.

He can't stop crying, embracing you with all his strength to his chest. Your husband can't believe anything that is happening today. All he has ever wanted is happening in a sight.

“The day we met, you told me that one day I would be your wife. And I told you that you looked like the father of my future children”.

[love-toxin]

blush; shindo.

request: “Hewwoo uwu! I want to request yo shindo cuz poor boi don't have enough attention. NSFW is fine also yandere but i guess it's up to you! Please do surprise me! Hope you have a good day and thanks! Love you~”

“Can you write something with noncon cockwarming? I absolutely loved you writing about it, and there isn't enough of it.”

a/n: shindo’s pretty terrible at keeping his hands to himself, especially when there’s an adorable girl that’s just begging to be felt up. possessiveness, noncon, public sex, cockwarming, female reader, train sex, quirk kink, humiliation, mention of daddy/stepbrother kink, creampie, fingering, lemon. 

word count: 2k

If there was nothing else that you could do about having to ride the trains every afternoon, at least you had the chance to stand near the door so you wouldn’t be as squished. Everyone entered and left on the same side, so it was a welcome reprieve to look out the window and watch the scenery go by. Or, scroll for a bit on your phone, as you had wanted to check up on the latest hero news. 

"Excuse me. I'm sorry."

And the presence of the guy standing behind you had faded into the background, awhile after you had stepped into the train and found your spot near the opposite side. The car was bustling with people at this hour, everyone packed in like sardines, and the noise caused many of the more delicate sounds to fly under your radar. So, the brush of the student’s hand against your leg felt miniscule, and his quiet apology even less so. 

The second time was much like the first, though he didn’t bother to apologize again.

The third time was a bit strange.

And when he lifted your skirt from the back, panic rushed through you and the blood drained from your face.

Your efforts to elbow him away were valiant, but you quickly realized that the severe lack of space would only serve to his advantage--and when he reached an arm around your belly to pin you against his chest, you knew from your own trembling hands that something very, very bad was about to happen. 

“Shh. Don’t worry...I’ll be gentle with a pretty little thing like you.”

Sobs choked up your throat as his hand slipped beneath the front of your skirt, and you thrashed to try and slam your legs shut as he started rubbing you through your panties. His strength wasn’t something to take lightly, though, as he seemed to have no issue with holding you steady while he was feeling you up in public. 

“You’ve got such nice, soft skin...you’re like a little doll..”

He cooed into your ear, the train slowing to a stop and people jostling you both as they filed in and out, which only made it more difficult to keep your breathing steady when you were knocked harder against his fingers. Panic, fear, and dread all piled into your heart, and his dark chuckling was not helping as your eyes darted to and fro, trying to see if anyone had heard you or started to watch. 

“Mh...I wanna sink my teeth into you...I want to watch you squirm when I’m tongue-fucking you..” 

Unwillingly, you arched into his touch as you bit into your lower lip, whining in a way that only excited him more as he brutally assaulted your clit with his fingers. He moved so fast, it was almost as if he were vibrating against them--and it was only then that it dawned on you what his quirk might be, as his body thrummed against yours from behind and the world zipped by out the window you were faced towards. 

“I’m Shindo, by the way. You don’t go to Ketsubutsu, do you? I’d remember a blushing virgin girl like you…”

Now with a name to your assailant, you squirmed once again to try and break out of his hold--but instead of being gentle like he’d promised, Shindo pushed you forwards and shoved you hard into the door, your breath clouding against the window as he pinned you between a wall and an uncomfortably stiff place. His hips were strong and shoulders broad like most of the other students in the hero course you knew...and the thought of this pervert studying to be a hero made you sick to your stomach, so much so that you just tried to imagine you were anywhere else in the world right now. 

“You’re lucky...I just love dainty, precious girls like you...girls who’ve never gotten any decent cock in their lives..”

You wished his depraved words would fall on deaf ears, but you couldn’t exactly block them out--his lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, and your hands were occupied against the door, keeping you from collapsing as he ground into you from behind and rubbed you at an even more frantic pace. But soon, even that was enough--and you squeaked out loud as you felt him pushing your panties aside, and slipping his thick fingers past the lips of your dripping slit. Your knees trembled violently now, as he stretched you out and churned you up from the inside, and you only prayed that the wet sounds weren’t nearly as loud to the rest of the car as they were to you. 

“There we go. I’m surprised you’re still a virgin...can’t believe someone’s never bent you over, and tore that pretty pussy in two…”

The tears were visible now, trailing down your cheeks as he took advantage of you and made you even weaker than you were before. You could bear fighting against monsters, and villains, and beasts...but even the idea of trying to fight back against this opponent made you tremble. 

And it only got worse when you felt something obscenely hot prod your slick folds, his fingers finally parting from within you and dripping all over the floor of the train. The adrenaline finally kicked in and you struggled, but once again in vain--Shindo kept a tight hold on you, and still had the strength to smirk against your neck as he put on a faux-reassuring tone. 

“Oh? You don’t want to? C’mon, at least let me put the tip in...it’s the least I deserve..”

He rubbed against you, back and forth and over and over again, wetting the head of his cock enough that it easily slipped against your cunt, bumping hard against your clit and pushing forwards like he was trying to press it inside you. But every time he missed, and the torture went on minutes longer as he played with you like a well-worn toy.

“It’s not gonna hurt...just a little pop...and then you’ll feel so good, I promise, you’re gonna beg me not to pull out..”

His hot breathing against the back of your neck prickled your skin, and you felt every muscle tense and contract as he finally grew impatient enough, and pressed past the taut rim of your gently-used hole. It certainly wouldn’t stay that way much longer though, not when you sucked your breath in through your teeth as you felt his girth stretch you out...the deeper he pushed, the tighter you felt, until your nails were breaking skin against your arms, and he was cursing hotly into your quivering shoulder. 

You didn’t quite hear the pop he had promised, but you absolutely felt your walls stretch to accommodate him, further and more painfully than you’d ever imagined until he finally came to the hilt, and stopped in his tracks. He gruffly muttered obscenities against the back of your neck, and your skin prickled as you shuddered at his warmth inside you, heating you up and filling you in a way you hadn’t expected. Nobody had noticed your predicament, not at all...or, maybe they just honestly didn’t care about you. 

“Hah...you wanna be my girlfriend? I’ll treat you really nice...you can sleep in my dorm, and suck my cock whenever you like...and I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t know which way is up..” 

He spoke softly into your skin, leaving gentle kisses against your neck that were anything but comforting, and he just...sat there. Breathing heavy, holding you close, but not moving in the slightest...and you trembled even harder than you thought possible, snivelling and shaking like a pathetic little kitten out in the rain. 

“I’ll even play out your fantasies...a perfect little virgin girl like you has gotta have some weird kinks. C’mon, tell Shindo...tell your boyfriend what you like.”

Every time he said that dreaded word, you bit harder into your lip and tried to scrub it from your brain. He was a deplorable human being, an absolute reprobate, and he was taking your virginity by force and without your permission...to think of being his girlfriend made you sick inside, and you sincerely hoped he would just die where he stood, and save you the pain of listening to him fantasize about being a couple. 

“You wanna call me daddy? Or...maybe nii-san? Or maybe you wanna get fucked by a bunch of strangers while I watch you…c’mon sweetie, you don’t have to be shy. I promise, I won’t make fun of you..” 

You felt the tip twitch inside you as he spoke, his voice drawling deeper and more lustful than before...and though you turned to try and elbow him away, he suddenly clutched at you tighter and bucked up into you, revelling in your pitiable whimpers and your gentle begging for mercy.

“Please...p-please..”

“..Oh, you’re not even trying to be fair. You think I can hold myself back after hearing such a sweet little voice?” 

Now needing only one arm to keep you pinned, you resigned to your fate as his free one crept up the front of your shirt, fingertips prodding at the bottom wire of your bra before finally sliding past it, and grabbing your breast roughly in his hand. At first it was all touching, his palm big enough to squeeze all of it and leave finger-shaped bruises on the tender flesh, and your nipple rubbing sensitively against his calloused skin...but only after that did it start to vibrate, and you turned your head for him to swallow your moans into his mouth, playfully pushing his tongue past your lips as he massaged your chest and felt you clench tighter around him. 

“Oh, fuck...good girl...you’re such a good girl for your boyfriend..”

He brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, as if to comfort you while he was putting you through his own twisted form of torture. At this point, it was impossible to stop the tears rolling down your cheeks--you just wished something would happen, anything, you wanted him to pull out or fuck you hard enough you couldn’t feel anything through the pain...but you just couldn’t take this demented torture any longer. 

“Mh..nii-san loves you, baby girl...that’s my good girl..” 

And somehow, maybe it was because of how much you had been made to suffer up to now, your wish came true. With just a gentle bit of rocking against your behind and soft whispers in your ear, enough that it was unnoticeable, you clenched hard as he twitched and spilled inside you, warm cum sliding past your taut lips and trickling down your weak legs. Shindo waited there for a bit longer still, huffing and puffing against you, but by the time the next stop was coming up he had finally pulled himself out of you, and tucked his cock back into his pants where it belonged. As the shuffle began for people to move out of the train, he snickered and stuck something haphazardly into your hand, before kissing your cheek and moving away to disappear into the crowd.

It took awhile after that to collect yourself. You struggled to move after being stuffed so full, semi-subtly adjusting your panties back to normal, though now they were full of cum that still felt slimy and sticky against your sore cunt. You felt the dampness behind you and realized the asshole had even got it on the back of your skirt, and turning yourself around, you leaned against the unused door of the train to try and hide it as best you could. You knew by the feeling of it that he shoved a crumpled piece of paper in your hand...and as soon as your stop came up and you stepped off the train, you dropped it without regret into the nearest trash can, your cheeks still flushed and brow furrowed as you hurried on home. 

You were definitely going to wish you’d read it later, though. You had no idea how much trouble it would have saved you.

[blueraspberrymilkshake]

how about kyman with the prompt "do it, i dare you"?

Okay, I just want to apologize to @lochnessmonster for taking so long to post this prompt. Work has been a pain in the ass and I wanted to make this oneshot really good one. And it is! So I hope you enjoy this 2k+ ‘ficlet’! Heads up, this story has a lot of saliva references and Butters torture. I also made this one-sided K2, whoops, lmao.

~x~

“Do it, I dare you.”

Cartman said it so provokingly after Kyle let out a ’what?’ after hearing the brunette’s proposal. No, not that kind of proposal. 

Cartman dared Kyle to kiss Kenny. On the lips.

While the blond was sitting right next to him. In front of everyone in the room. 

“Okay. This is unexpected,” Stan retorted.

And he was right. In the past two hours, the teenagers were having a normal sleepover at Stan’s household (which had a severe lack of two parental figures since forever, resulting in underaged drinking on Stan’s part); and in the past thirty-five minutes Kyle wanted to play 'truth or dare’ and since then the other boys had done the most absurd tasks. 

Stan was given a wet willy by Craig’s middle finger.

Craig confessed he would still pee on the bed at the tender age of fifteen (Stan quickly left and came back from the bathroom and dropped a bucket of cleaning utensils waiting for him in the morning).

Cartman had to shove ice cubes inside his sleep pants and let it melt on his own sleeping bag.

Kenny had to impersonate a police officer while prank-calling Darryl Weathers (the boys later found out that the crazy man had recently went skinny-dipping at Stark’s Pond right after drunk driving and nearly ran over an unidentified child).

The other blond had it the worst. Butters had to find any undergarments Shelly left in her old room and wear them on his head. He could only find a worn out pair of brief panties. And to add fuel to the fire, he had to let his friends take pictures of him and share them with their friends… and his father.

Fast forward to the present, and all of the aforementioned highlights would’ve been better for Kyle. Hell, sticking a twig inside his dick sounded much less humiliating than kissing his friend. And that says a lot. 

Kyle blinked his eyes, still blindsided from Cartman’s request. “No, I’m sorry, did you just-”

“God, Kyle, do I have to repeat myself? I dare you to kiss Kenny!”

“I-I change my mind! Truth!”

“Nuh-uh,” said Cartman, wagging his finger. “You can’t change a truth or dare. Ain’t that right Craig?”

The dark-haired teen cleared his dry throat, trying to maintain his composure. “Y-you did came up with that rule yourself, Kyle.”

“See? Told ya." 

Kyle internally cursed at himself. Why did he insist on making every game so challenging? "I am not kissing him, Eric.”

“You have to. It’s a dare,” Cartman sneered.

“Why not dare Stan? Or Butters? Hell, even Craig seems more willing to do this!”

“Dude! No!”

“I have a boyfriend, asswipe.”

“And I still have my dignity, thank you very much,” Butters remarked ironically, adjusting the waistband of his newly given headwear. 

Two seconds later a small jingle left Craig’s phone, signaling the notifications he earned. As he checked his phone he snickered.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your picture got over a thousand likes on my Instagram, dude,” he even replied to one of the comments, “Why yes, those are menstrual stains.”

“A thousand?!” Butters shouted in agony, his face became sweating and his pupils wander around the room but nothing made him calm yet. “Oh God, is Charlotte going to see this?! I need to come up with a good dare, and quick!”

“Shut up, you guys!” the impatient Cartman interjected, with his head turning towards Craig and Butters.

“Alright, let’s get on with it, people,” he continued, snapping his fingers directly at his other two friends.

The older teen huffed, arms crossed as a form of protest. He wasn’t about to hear it.

“Kyle,” the taller boy leaned just a little closer, his tone low and browbeat, “your ass was going on and on and on about wanting to smooch a guy, and now’s your chance.”

Kyle’s eyes snapped back open, clearly outraged that Cartman would bring this up. He admitted to his friends he was questioning his sexuality; wondering if he liked boys as much as he liked girls. That was several months ago, and since then he would continue living his life with nary a definite conclusion. He should’ve known the taller boy would bring up personal information for his own gain.

“I didn’t know you’re bi-curious, too!” Butters beamed.

“Mhmm,” Cartman hummed. “And don’t act like you two haven’t done anything gay before. I haven’t forgotten the whole 'ookie mouth’ thing.”

“Ookie mouth?” Butters repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“We were eight!” exclaimed Kyle.

“And painfully inexperienced,” Kenny added with a hint of disappointment, earning him a glare from his former playmate.

“And now…” Cartman raised his two index fingers towards his chest and brought his digits together, “…you two can finally share each other’s saliva properly,” he punctuated his sentence by closing his hands together.

“Oh, dear God,” Kyle groaned, covering his face in embitterment. 

“You guys had to share saliva?” Butters gave off a mischievous look, his thumb and index finger on his chin. “Hmm.”

“Don’t even think about it, Butters,” remarked Stan.

“Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even like Kenny like that.”

“I saw the way you looked at him the other day. You were so focused on that sexy face of his, huh? You even smiled at him!”

“I was helping him study for our Final, you idiot.”

“It doesn’t matter. You could’ve said no. But something inside you said otherwise.”

“Eric, for the last time, I am not doing this. You better find something else for me to do.”

“Dude,” Kenny responded, his hand landing on Kyle’s shoulder. “let’s just get this over with.”

“You’re going along with this,” the frustrated teen assumed in a deadpan tone.

“Y'all know I never back down from a challenge,” said the smug boy, showing off a sincere grin.  “And compared to the other shit we’ve done tonight, Fatass is practically being nice to us. Besides, It’s not like he’s asking for a full-blown make out session.”

Kyle thought about this long and slow, and he snarled at Cartman. The brunette just raised an eyebrow, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. Kyle pursed his lips together, and finally gave up.

“Just a peck.”

Kenny nodded in agreement.

“Soooo?” Cartman was lying on his stomach, his feet in the air, and not caring for the remnant wet spot from his own dare. “Who’s gonna make the first move?”

Stan let out a forced cough and took another sip out of his can. 

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Kyle suggested abruptly. 

Each faced their open palms towards each other before placing their fists on top. When they drew the first time, they both had scissors.

“Best two out of three.”

They drew again, they chose rock.

They drew again, they chose scissors.

They drew again, they chose paper.

“How are you guys doing that?” Stan questioned.

And they drew again and again and again, but continue to reveal the same illusive weapon.

“Jesus Christ!” Cartman yelled, reaching towards the work desk and quickly found what he needed.  “Here!” A dime in front of Kenny’s face, the light from the ceiling causing the coin to glow in front of Kenny’s face. “Just flip a coin.”

“I-I call tails,” Kyle blurted out, just as the blond snatched the shiny object.

Kenny flipped the coin and caught it when it fell on the back of his palm. It landed on tails.

Kyle really wished he had some of Stan’s beer. 

“Alright Kyle, time to kiss yo’ man!” Cartman taunted. He was practically bouncing from excitement, and it wasn’t just from the ice cubes.

The redhead said nothing and instead sat still, taking the time to stay calm before he could look at his chosen participant.

“Look Kyle, we don’t have to-” suddenly Kyle placed a finger on the other boy’s lips, signaling him to stop.

“Why are changing your mind now? I thought you said you’d never back down from a challenge.”

Kenny was taken aback from his friend’s sudden change of inclination. He opened his mouth trying to find the right words, but the other teen beat him to it. “Come here.”

Kenny’s cheeks became redder and hotter as Kyle’s cold hands took hold of them. 

’If Fatass wants a show, I’ll give him a show’, the redhead thought.

Kyle took a deep breath before pressing his lips onto Kenny’s. He assumed the blond’s lips would be dry and chapped from the cold weather but instead they were soft and moist, but not from his own spit. Cartman must’ve had a play in this, because Kenny was wearing cherry flavored chapstick; the only person who liked that flavor was Cartman himself. He felt Kenny loosen up and give in to the passive kiss. Keeping his eyes shut, he let his hands wander at Kenny’s back - one hand gently grabbing strands of unkempt hair while the other stopped at his neck - pulling the other boy further onto him. 

“Uh… guys?” said Stan, finally speaking up, but his voice quickly became white noise. Craig gestured at the other boy, placing a finger on his lips, as he was quietly recording what’s left of this unforgettable dare.

Kyle captured his lips again, and again, and again, portraying himself as some touch-starved virgin; he could’ve sworn he felt Kenny’s mouth curve into a smile.

“Guys, you can stop now. Guys!”

“Welp, it’s a good thing I brought these,” Craig used his free hand to reach into his back pocket and a short pack of condoms fell on the floor.

“Craig!”

Thankfully for Stan, Kyle broke the kiss before this oneshot exceeds its PG-13 rating. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a blankly inscrutable Kenny, his fingers lightly brushing his lips. Kyle’s eyes searched around the room, and everyone remained speechless. 

Stan ran a hand onto his raven-colored hair, clearly distressed of what he had just witnessed. “Holy shit, dude.”

Cartman blinked, as if he knew what he was going to say but couldn’t, and soon suppressed giggles evolve into raucous laughter. He was literally rolling on the floor as he does so, hardly attempting to regain his posture.

“Oh my - oh my God,” Cartman wiped his eyes as he tried to breathe. “You guys really did it!”

“Yeah!” Butters chimed in. “How embarrassing!” His snickering ceased as a buzz from his phone went off. He wasn’t too happy with his text.

“Oh jeez. My dad saw the pictures,” he bowed his head in shame. “He says I’ll be grounded when I get home.”

Kyle let out a long sigh. “I’m gonna rinse my mouth, now.”

And just like that, he promptly excused himself from the bedroom.

Everyone remained silent until Craig broke the ice. It was his turn after all. “Butters, truth or dare?”

~x~

After he was done using the bathroom, Kyle decided to get a bottle of soda to help wash down the aftertaste of Kenny’s mouth. When he took it from the refrigerator, Cartman was already stepping into the kitchen.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Kyle was pouring his drink into a plastic cup.

“My plan worked, didn’t it?” The brunette smirked.

Kyle pulled away from his own cup as the words processed through his head. “I knew it.”

“Don’t be like that, Kyle.” Cartman replied, hoping his own words would reassure the other boy. “No one will be able to recognize… this thing between us. Everyone will think you and Kenny have a thing.”

“Is that why you invited Craig and Butters? Just so they can have something to gossip?”

“Well, it’s hard for anyone believe anything Butters says out of his mouth,” the brunette sat next to the shorter guy, grabbing the bottle. “But with Craig, it’s nearly impossible to take no for an answer. I also wanted to see Butters make an ass out of himself tonight.”

Cartman removed the bottle cap; he was about to himself out before Kyle firmly grabbed his wrist.

“You’re not going to drink off the bottle, are you?”

“You took the last cup.”

“That doesn’t mean you can taint the soda with your backwash.”

The boy next to him scoffed. “Can I at least take a sip from your cup?”

Cartman was given the cup, and in return he gave Kyle a ludic stroke on his chin.

“Thanks, babe.”

Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled. He made sure he would get his cup back before Cartman could leave him with a single drop.

“I’m glad this whole thing is taken care of,” Cartman replied.

“There are better ways to keep our relationship a secret, dude,” said Kyle.

“Don’t worry,” Cartman nudged his arm. “This whole fiasco will die down in less than two months…maybe,” he stated his remark like it was supposed to make his boyfriend feel better. “…And now that Kenny’s got his wish he’ll stop vexing me.”

'His wish…’ it didn’t take Kyle to figure that one out on his own. “Kenny’s crushing on me, isn’t he?”

“What do you think?”

This all made perfect sense now.

“Cartman? Truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Cartman didn’t say anything… yet. Kyle had already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear him say it. 

“Of the kiss? Of Kenny liking me? You thought that he was going to steal me away from you?" 

The brunette nodded his head but eventually answered the question, so faintly that Kyle could barely listen to it. He didn’t have to worry, though; because it was enough to earn him a tender kiss from his boyfriend. Unlike his last encounter, the redhead took his time on this particular person; the same person who had made him feel all types of ways but still managed to steal his heart. Kyle didn’t remove his hands when he parted ways, and instead they slid onto broad shoulders. He would never say it out loud, but kissing Kenny wasn’t as bad as he thought. However, the blond could never compete with the juxtaposition of silkier, shaved skin and softer, chestnut hair and chubbier cheeks and straightened, white teeth and the scent of coconut body wash, the list goes on and on. No one could ever take his place.

Their trance was broken when they heard a yell from upstairs.

"Jesus, Craig, there’s spit in my eye!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Butters!”

Kyle leered at Cartman when he started cackling, only to join in mere seconds later. 

“C'mon, you gaywad…” Kyle punched him playfully, “before they catch us.”

The best come back the other boy could come up with was, “Likewise, buttmunch.”

Cartman watched his boyfriend wander back towards the stairs before following suit.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Blooming Day

Chris Evans x Dancer!Reader Characters: James Corden, Chris Evans  Summary: You were half of the well-known dancing, coed duo ‘Sky Rocket’ that went viral for being able to pop and lock on top of pirouettes and waltzes. Tonight, you were a guest on The Late, Late Show with Chris Evans. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Fluff, sarcasm, lots of lols, screaming, sass, not so vivid dancing descriptions, really cheesy ending (nice), etc.

A/N: Don’t you just love AUs? And don’t you wish you would be the guest with Chris Evans if he goes on the late late show.  ALSO I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE AND FINISHED 3 FICS TODAY! ARENT YOU PROUD OF ME MOM!!!!! ANOTHER ALSO, blooming day is so bop yo

“Welcome to the Late, Late Show.” James said to no one in particular as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and turned from his cue card to the two of us on the couch. James was his normal preppy self wearing a signature blue suit.  “This is both your first time here. Congratulations, you’re no longer virgins.” the host spoke, turning to the audience that then broke into laughter just as the two of us did.

“Wow, I popped my cherry with Chris Evans.” I spoke, immediately regretting saying that, “OKAY COOL, I REALLY JUST SAID THAT. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to be on TV next to attractive people.” I then turned to the host, overlooking the semi-bearded hunk in a dirty brown plaid suit I was literally brushing shoulders with. “Could you not be so darn cute?”

James turned to me, mouth dropping and curving into a soft smile. He then burst into a high pitched giggle, waving me off with occupied hand, “Stop it.”

I scrunched my face up and chuckled softly, “Sorry.”

After a few moments of giddiness, James wiped his forehead with both his left and right fingers and turned to the man beside me, “Hear that Chris. She said I was attractive.”

Chris chuckled, “I don’t doubt that.”

“Oh my gosh,” James said, biting his fist. “Chris Evans everyone,” he called, making the room burst into applause and the said man burst into laughter.

“Now,” James started, turning to the audience, “if you don’t know who she is, you’ve been living under a rock.” He then turned to me, calling my first name, “... is an amazing dancer in a sibling duo called Sky Rocket.”

I nodded and chuckled, placing my cheeks in my hands, as the crowd cheered loudly. “Aw, yeah, thank you.”

“And your partner couldn’t be here today.”

“Ah, yes, yes. He only sprained his ankle, but today was his check-up, so...”

James turned to me, “Only sprained his ankle.”

I gave an airy chuckle, “Yes, it’s a very minor thing when you’re a dancer, which is why you really need to properly warm-up and get the blood pumping. We sprain ourselves a lot, and usually it only takes hot and cold compress to get everything back to normal. His ankle however got twisted and really swelled, so he had to wear a soft cast.”

“In other words suck it up, bro.” James said, turning to the camera, making me break into a bubbly laugh. I slapped my lap, “Exactly, he has no right to get injured! He should’ve taken care of himself more.”

“Well said, well said.” James nodded in agreement. “Now, could you tell us a bit why out of all the words in the world, you decided you would like to call yourselves Sky and Rocket.” The two of us on the couch laughed at that.

“Because they can, James.” Chris said making me call out a prolonged “Ooh.”

I gave a big grin, “Yeah, well that,” I motioned to Chris and chuckled at James’ reaction, as did everyone else, “that is true. Uh, but we actually wanted to be called Mikado at first. It is both a Japanese term for emperor, and a really bright and pretty shade of yellow, and we wanted to be called something that represented something both great and bright. But we ended up going with Sky Rocket because it’s a very literal and figurative sense.

“My brother and I love space, and well sky can be the representation of the grace ballet requires, and rocket the quickness of hiphop.”

The two men to my side nodded at my answer.

James looked at his card, “You and your brother performed at so many award shows this year.”

“Oh my gosh, we did. It was amazing.” I gushed.

“What were the backstage secrets you found out along the way?“ James asked making me laugh. 

“Aww, sorry honey, that’s a secret.”

After making a face and laughing, at this point, James cued for a commercial break and I shifted slightly in my seat.

“You know I’ve seen your videos on youtube and I think you’re amazing.” Chris spoke, turning to me, making my jaw drop and my hands raise to my chest.

“Oh wow.” I said in a deeply surprised tone, “Thank you so much. That-” I nodded my head, “that means so much to me.”

“You couldn’t have said this a while ago, Chris?” James said turning to us as one of the producers on set motioned that we were going back live.

So as we shared a laugh and the audience applaud again, James reintroduced us for the viewers just tuning in.

“Now Chris, the internet is having a mental  breakdown, trying to figure out what the hell,” James spoke, breathing in sharply, giving himself a second before he continued. He then started fanning his face, as if he was at the brink of tears, only causing the two of us, Chris especially, to laugh, bemused.

“... what the hell is going to happen at Avenger’s: Endgame.”

The crowd went wild and Chris chuckled, tilting his head to the side.

“Well,” he said, straightening his posture, “after the devastation the Avenger’s faced after Thanos’ invasion, they regroup, try to pick up the pieces, and see who’s left of them, going on to,” he motioned, “to put and end to Thanos’ reign and bring back what he had destroyed.”

As James nodded, I gave a face and turned to the man beside me. Raising my hand, I spoke, “He literally said nothing, and I already hate it.” 

With that being said, everyone clenched their stomach laughing, Chris especially. Before he could defend himself, I chuckled out and raised my hands as I explained, “You were literally just like, ‘the bad guy hurt us and we’re going to try and hurt him back, hopefully enough so that we save the earth.���”

Chris couldn’t help but lean back and clutch his left breast at how much he was laughing.

James on the other hand nodded and pointed his cue cards at me, “That’s true.” He pursed his lips and allowed everyone to settle back down.

“I’m sorry!” Chris whined, “This is what Marvel does to you!”

“That,” I said, “or you just suck at explaining.”

“Wow,” his jaw slacked into a smile, “thanks.”

“Alright, now since we have a professional dancer with us tonight,” James said, placing his cue cards down on the table, “I thought it would be fun if we danced to see just who is really the dancer between us. Are you guys ready to get crushed?“ James asked us, making both Chris and I laugh.

“I’m trying not to get injured, but okay.” I said.

“Let’s go and play Dancing Machine.” James pointed to the camera, and the band did their segment. At this point, all three of us got down from the elevation and moved to the stage below. Once the band was done and the three of us were set, I really got to see just how large Chris was beside me. He towered over me with his broad shoulders and well formed pants over his obviously equally mannered legs. And as I was in between the two men, on my other side, James was shorter and softer. It was an adorable contrast.

“Before we start this though, I know Chris has a secret weapon up his sleeve.” James said, turning to the tall man, “Chris, you did tap dancing when you were younger, right?“

He chuckled, “Ah yeah.”

“Oh my goodness, really?“ I gasped in enthusiasm. “My brother and I did a year of tap dance, and well, he’s much better at it because he thrives off of meticulousness and all that complicated stuff, whereas I’m a more of a go with the flow kind of person.” I explained quickly, then circling on of my hands around, “can you show us something?”

The crowd cheered and James called, “Yeah, what she said.” making me chuckle and hide my face in my hands.

“Sorry! I just got excited because I didn’t know he could dance!”

Chris then rubbed his nape and turned to his feet, “Gosh, I haven’t done this properly in a while. I can’t believe I’m going to embarrass myself in front of a good dancer.”

“Suck it up, bro!” James called loudly making both Chris and I laugh. 

“Hey, no,” I said, turning to Chris, “It’s alright Chris, I’m sure you’ll do better than you expect.”

With that, everyone held their breath as Chris did a short routine. It was long enough to show what he could do and for the band to do a little background music, but quick enough that he didn’t have to go too technical.

“That was good!” I said clapping for Chris who then went back to us.

The audience thought so too, evident with their cheers. James butt in, “Yeah that was good,” he then placed a hand on my shoulder, “show ‘em how it’s really done though.”

I threw my head back in laughter as did Chris, while the rest cheered.

After the noise settled, I clarified, “I’m not a tap dancer, so I only know a few steps. Actually, I have this routine that has tap in it amongst other things. Can I just do that?”

James and Chris agreed in their own ways.

I smiled, “Okay,” I tied up my shirt dress, enough to make it look like a shirt, revealing the gold embellished black leggings I was wearing underneath. As I wiped my sneakers, I heard the shrill hiss of my manager from not too far. James burst out laughing then quickly straightened up, repeating what he heard from her. With his hands on his hips, he spoke in a high tone, “That’s Gucci, child.”

“It’ll be fine, mom,”  I teased my motherly manager, proceeding to disclaim that she wasn’t actually my mom. I then turned to the band, “It’ll kind weird to dance to nothing, so could I please get a 4 by 4 beat?“

With Reggie on the mic nodding, he lead the band into a 4/4 time signature and I counted and readied to dance with the music. In my head however, I was dancing to the chorus of Blooming Day by EXO.

And for four counts, I moved my hips, pop ‘n locked, twirled, and tapped to the beat.

Once I finished with a sharp and timely crash of a cymbal, the audience was left cheering.

“Amazing.” James said after I bowed and moved back to them. Chris turned to me and clapped, making my cheeks burn up at the sentiment.

“Okay, no pressure. Let’s move onto the game. Rules are simple, the band will play a popular dance song and we’re going to have to dance to it.” James raised his hands, finishing his explanation, “Winner has to buy the losers dinner.”

I burst into laughter at what James said. “Cool, I’ll just sit down then.”

“No,” James raised a finger, “Okay fine, loser has to-- winner doesn’t buy anyone dinner.”

“What about the loser?“ I asked.

“They lose! What else do you want?!” James yelled, making me recoil and chuckle.

“Gosh, alright, just checking.” I said moving away.

With that, the band started playing their own version of In My Feelings by Drake. We all started out simple, doing the windshield and I did a few sharp moves.

“You don’t know this song, do you?“ James called out as Chris coped what I was doing. Chris gave a look, “Gosh, no, sorry.”

“Well, then keep copying her then,” James said rolling his eyes exaggeratedly as he went down low and twerked.

The two of us laughed at that and I cheered for James.

I then joined in the craziness, and showed a few low-key sensual moves.

“Chris, you’re supposed to dance!” James burst out in laughter, stopping his ridiculousness, “Not oogle at the pretty dancer.”

Chris covered his face at that and I felt my face burn up at the comment, as well as my movements slower.

The next song was Havana by Camila Cabello, and so I bust out a few Latin dances I knew. As I did a basic cha-cha-cha, I then turned to James and asked, “You wanna dance with me?”

“We’re the same height, dance with him!” he pointed at Chris as I then argued back, “It’s actually better to dance if your partner-- “ “NO, I’M WINNING THIS THING BY MYSELF, DANCE WITH HIM!” he screamed, making me embrace myself and walk back.

“OKAY COOL!” I blurted out in panic. I then turned to Chris and asked, “Do you want to dance with me?“

“Sure,” he said softly, taking my outstretched hand, making the crowd go wild and James curl up all giddy.

I placed my hand in his, and the other on his shoulder, while his other hand was on my waist. I felt my stomach roll in butterflies. I kept to my toes, considering out height difference, and lead us with is a simple backward-backward forward-forward step. He looked down at out feet, and the inner dancer in me was fighting my reason to tell him to face his partner. I found myself compromising by complimenting him, which in turn meant he had to look at me.

When he did, he gave a bright smile. 

“Can we do a twirl?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

So I counted, one two three and he twirled me around, just as the song ended.

The crowded cheered once more.

“That was good,” I said once again as the band started placing a random song with a quick beat.

The three of us then danced however we wanted and I whipped out my dancing shoes. I did one of my routines that was patterned to the same beat and did some spins and some sharp swaying movements, as I locked my arms at the right times.

After doing some more pre-rehearsed moves, I felt James and Chris move back to give me space. And up until I finished, the band played their tune and I gave it all I got. Right when I ended, I heard James and Chris react to my dance.

“Wow,” James said, introducing me one last time for tonight, along with Chris. The band played a fade off song as I hugged James and greeted everyone a goodnight.

“That was soooo much fun!” I huffed to my manager as I got backstage to change.

“You were amazing,” my stylist said as she handed me the clothes I would change into. “Chris was whip-POWED!” she added, doing a small kick in the air, making me laugh.

“Yeah, that boy could not stop looking your way.” my manager agreed as I laughed them off and changed.

“He said he thought I was a good dancer. What’s the big deal? So do a lot of other people.” I spoke after I changed into an slightly large shirt and denim shorts. I moved to get my makeup fixed by my stylist, who proceeded to squeal, “Yeah but all those other people aren’t Chris Evans.”

My manger laughed, “If you’re brother was here, he’d lose it.”

I rolled my eyes at them, holding back a smile

Once I was done touching up, we got ready to head out. By the time I was out, I saw an also dressed down Chris, on his phone, leaned against a wall.

He looked up from his phone and gave me a smile, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said, hearing the door behind me shut though I didn’t close it.

“You forgot your copy,” he said, giving me a few pictures of myself, and him and I in the photo booth James has all his guests go to during the start of his show.

“Oh, thank you,” I said, getting the things from him.

“You were great out there. Seeing you dance in person was way better than behind my screen.”

I felt my cheeks burn at that, “Uh, thank you. Thank you so much.”

“So, I, uh, was wondering if... you’d want to go out dancing sometime?“

I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back a laugh, “Isn’t that a line in Captain America?”

He chuckled and turned away, “Maybe, but I’d like to actually go on this dance this time around.”

[our-mrlangdon]

Pls bless us with Michael x female reader smut where he makes her have sexy dreams about him and then asks her about the dreams she’s been having in her cooperating interview and she’s like 🙃🙃🙃

(that is literally the main plot of my upcoming short film ok are you my professor)

DREAMS

Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader

Summary: A survivor in the Outpost 3 (the reader) has been having these recurring erotic dreams with a beautiful long-haired man. One day, that man shows up, ready to interview and take those who are worthy of survival. That man is Michael Langdon.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: explicit smut, oral sex, language, deflowering, domination/submission, hints of illusion??

A/N: my first imagine please be gentle

Yo so I wanna say that Michael Langdon requests are officially open!

She opened her eyes wide, as she felt his mouth covering her entire sensitive area, gasping and arching her back from the bed. The man’s fingers travelled to her abdomen and pushed her back down on the bed, placing her leg on his shoulder.

Realizing how soaking wet she was, he crawled on top of her, caressing her face before violently rolling her on the bed, exposing her bare back and bare behind to him. He kissed her neck and his lips drove to her back, leaving soft licks as she moaned silently as his tender yet rough touch.

The door swung open, the knock hitting the wall, making her jolt up as she heard the noise and heavily breathing, visibly frightened.

“I’ve been calling your name for fifteen minutes, Y/N.” Ms. Venable said, supporting her weight on her cane. “We have a visitor. Get dressed and come down quickly. We don’t tolerate tardiness.” she said before turning around and closing the door behind her.

She quickly got off bed, still a bit shaken up. It was the fifth month in a row that it happened: that lucid dream where a long-haired blond man devoured her sensitive area in a way she never imagined possible. Well, she couldn’t imagine it, being still pure. She was close to losing it once, back in 2017 when a blue-haired boy approached her and tried to seduce her, but she managed to escape. Creep, she thought.

Y/N got to the closet and put on her purple dress, buttoned up on the front and with a zipper in the back, after she put on her favorite article of clothing: a FAV/COLOR laced soutien, a lingerie piece she treasured ever since her Mom offered it to her back in 2015. It was so beautiful and it brought such good memories to her: like when she used to clean her room in the summer, the house almost burning up with the heated sun rays entering the window pane, wearing only the bra as she occasionally stopped cleaning to dance in front of the mirror. She felt sexy wearing it, and surely her future husband will feel that way too.

Husband? They’re all gays, Y/N! , she thought.

Swinging the door open she ran out into the main room as she adjusted her hair. She knew there was a visitor, the alarms went off the night before, and she was actually a bit curious to find out who would dare travel in the toxic atmosphere of the outside world all the way to… wherever they were.

She sat down near Emily, who complimented her dress and chuckled as she realized she still had sleepy eyes. The girls quickly shut up as Venable stood in front of them, hitting her cane on the floor.

Venable stood in place, ignoring Gallant’s questions about who was the visitor. Miriam glared at Gallant, who quickly shut up, as Venable walked to the front of the fireplace.

Suddenly, every head turned to the door where, between Mallory and another grey, a man appeared. Y/N didn’t turn her head, she kept looking at her dress, completely in awe at such haute couture piece. Emily elbowed her in the arm, causing Y/N to look at her, and after Emily signaled her to look at the man, she looked up, only to bug her eyes.

That’s him. That’s the man I’ve been dreaming of for the past five months.

The man’s eyes were glued on Venable’s, but he quickly drove them away and locked them with Y/N’s, causing her to gasp softly. The man let a smirk escape as he walked up to Venable, looking at her and, upon arriving near her, one simple stare told her to move. He took Venable’s place in front of the fireplace, and he allowed his sight to study the resident’s face, taking his time with Y/N’s face.

“My name is Langdon, and I represent the Cooperative.” the man introduced himself, not looking at any face in particular. “I won’t sugarcoat the situation: Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.”

Y/N began to feel dizzy, trying her best to keep her eyes opened and keep paying attention to Langdon’s words, but it was useless: all she could think about was how he’d behave in her dreams.

The man grabbed both her breasta and squeezed them hard, as he left a huge hickey on her neck, causing her to moan softly and bite her lower lip.

She turned to Emily, noticing she was paying attention, and looked back at Langdon, whose lips moving told her he was still talking. She couldn’t hear a thing: she felt a mixture of confusion, dizziness and complete arousal. Her eyes met Venable’s, who tightened her jaw at her and slowly shook her head, causing Y/N to shake her own head and look back at Langdon, paying attention.

“I volunteer to go first.” she heard Gallant say, his eyes full of lust as he almost drooled over Langdon. Thirsty fuck, she thought, always trying to stuff his mouth.

“This isn’t The Hunger Games. You don’t get to volunteer, for I shall choose who I interview first.” Langdon’s eyes travelled the room, looking at each face, until he finally locked his eyesight with Y/N’s. “You.” he pointed at Y/N.

He kneeled down on the bed and pulled her with him, her back against his chest, as he moved his hips into her, one arm around her waist and his free hand around her neck.

That’s when her heart began to race. She pressed her thighs together discreetly, but Langdon’s eyesight caught her movement as he looked down. Langdon softly smirked and nodded, slowly walking to the exit.

“Go!” Venable hit her cane on the floor and looked at Y/N with the angriest expression ever, causing her to quickly get up and walk behind him, always keeping a safe distant. Langdon reached the doors to the office and opened them, allowing her to enter as he stood besides the door. She entered and looked around the office, a room she had never seen before.

Langdon closed the door and sat by the desk, leaning back on his chair as he rested his elbow on the armrest and looked at her. Time passed by, and Y/N began moving her legs, impatient.

“Are you nervous?” he decided to talk. “You have been nervous ever since I laid my eyes on yours. Tell me why.”

Y/N licked her lips, anxious and avoided looking at him in the eyes. “Y-Your demeanor is, uhm… is very… dominative.” she smiled weakly.

“Do you like being dominated?” he leaned forward, resting his elbow on the desk, always looking at her in the eyes. “And where do you like to be dominated?” She gasped at his words, stumbling on her own. “And don’t lie, for I will know. And if you try to trick me, I will know and this interview will be over with you dying painfully.”

He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled it back, kissing her neck as he thrusted deep into her, his lower abdomen slapping against her bubble butt.

She bugged her eyes and began panting. Not only did his entire demeanor, the dominance, the assertiveness aroused her, his blue eyes glued to hers were complementing the full package. She looked up and shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Tell me about what you dream.” Langdon let out a smirk. “Tell me how you feel when you sleep.”

She relaxed the muscles on her face, looking at him. “H-How do you-”

“I know everything, Y/N.” he said, grinning at her. “I also know who you dream of.” he stood up, brushing the tip of his fingers on the desk. “How the touch of that mysterious man turns you on more than anything in this world.” he approached her, standing behind her as she remained still, frozen in fear and arousal. “About how his big, manly fingers handle you on the bed, how he violently rolls you over and kisses your nape. How he grips you…” he suddenly gripped her biceps, lowering his head to her shoulder. “how he kisses your neck and leaves marks all over it…” he moved her hair away from her neck with his finger, brushing his lips on it.

Y/N felt so aroused she was soaking already. She wanted him to touch her badly, to deflower her, to finally give her what she ached for. His rough grip made her gasp softly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back and a bit to the side, giving him more room. She felt his lips running to her ear, brushing it.

The man ripped her panties off, and grabbed his own member before jamming it into her, making her moan loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“And how he fucks you hard, deflowering you every single fucking night.” he whispered in her ear. She moaned a bit loudly, causing him to smirk. “Say the words…” he said, leaving soft kisses on her neck. “Say it.”

“…. I-I want you…” she panted between moans. “I-I want you to… to fuck me…” Langdon held her jawline and pulled it back, forcing her to look at him as he raised his eyebrow, waiting for more. “I-I want you to fuck me, Mr. Langdon…”

As she finished saying those words, her chest swoll up and the two buttons of her dress popped out, exposing her laced bra to him. Langdon smirked as he saw how aroused she was and, gripping her biceps, he stood her up, before violently slamming her torso on the desk. He lifted her dress up, and studied her soaked panties.

“Already soaking wet. You really are a virgin.” he said as he took his hands to her panties and pulled them down, letting them rest on her ankles. Langdon’s hand reached his pants as he inserted it in them as took his already hard member out, aligning it with her entrance.

“P-Please be gentle, it’s my f-first ti- Ahhh!” she gasped and moaned, feeling both pain and pleasure, as she felt his hard member entering her whole, forcing her tight tube to dilate a bit for him. He continued to push it in until his lower abdomen was against her ass, and he tugged her hair, pulling it.

“How does it feel to have my tip pushing your walls aside?” he asked, teasing her. “Is it a burning sensation?”

“I-It feels like… like Hell…” she panted, still feeling pain. Langdon grinned at her, satisfied, as he began to push and pull, in and out of her. He started out slow, but began picking up his pace as he saw his member covered in her blood. Y/N moaned out at his moves, causing his to cover her mouth with his hand, as he continued to thrust into her.

He slapped her ass a few times with his free hand, leaving red marks all over, surely to transform into bruises the following day. He sped up his moves, essentially pounding into her hard and raw, as he felt the vibrations of her muffled moans on the palm of his hand.

Langdon thrusted deep into her, feeling his tip pushing the walls back as she gripped the edge of the desk, her pain mixed up with pleasure, almost undetectable by her.

Langdon panted softly and grunted, hearing his skin slapping against her skin. As he picked up his pace, he jammed himself whole into her, as he began to shoot his load deep into her, dripping down her inner walls. She moaned loudly into his hand as he did so, her body beginning to tremble, as she felt a warm liquid going down her thighs.

She took a moment to catch her breath and allow her body to return to normal, before slowly standing up straight, still weak. She looked up to see Langdon sitting down at his chair, in his initial position, smirking at her. She grabbed her panties and pulled them up, and adjusted her dress. “W-What…”

“Go. Your interview is over.” he leaned forward as he grabbed Timothy’s file, reading it. “If you please, get Timothy Campbell.”

She raised her eyebrow and shook her head, incredibly confused, and slowly began to walk to the doors. She opened it and placed her foot out, only to hear Langdon calling her.

“Y-Yes, Mr. Langdon?” she asked.

“I’ll see you tonight.”